The encounter was short and fierce, Sir Edward's men dashing forward like a wedge, striking with all their might; and at the end of a couple of minutes' savage encounter, the mercenaries fighting like rats at bay, there was a terrible silence, broken only by muttered curses and groans, while eight men stood erect, half of whom had cast away their swords and fought with their miners' picks. The scene was ghastly, as shown by two only of the candles, the rest having been knocked down in the struggle. "Hurt, Mark?" cried Sir Edward from the far end, where he stood sword in hand, supporting himself by the wall, and with his foot resting upon the burly body of Captain Purlrose. "Not much, father," panted the lad. "Bit of a cut." "How many escaped? I saw three make for the door." "None, master," growled Nick Garth, who was upon the floor at the right. "There they lay: those brave lads brought 'em down." "Shout for the lanterns, Mark, boy," cried Sir Edward; and Mark reeled as he stepped over the bodies lying in the way. His call was responded to directly by Dan Rugg and his son, both standing aghast for a few moments before energetically setting to work to help their friends, who, saving the two who had guarded the entrance, were wounded to a man, while of Captain Purlrose's party, four and their leader were dead, the others lying disabled to wait their turn of help from their captors, who, now that the rage of battle was at an end, were ready to show mercy to their wounded foes. Sir Edward was so badly hurt that after a brave struggle he had to give up, and leave the ordering of the work now necessary to his son, who began by having his father borne to the chamber where Minnie crouched, trembling with horror, by her half-insensible father's side; but upon being reassured by the information that her captivity was at an end, she revived, and devoted herself to helping the wounded with all a true woman's zeal. Mark's next task was to go with Dan Rugg and Dummy to the entrance, wondering the while at the extent of the place and the hoard of all necessaries which the fellows had collected in the cavern. Upon reaching the wall beyond which the guard were stationed, still in perfect ignorance of what had taken place within, a few shouts set the men to work, the defence was rapidly demolished, and the wounded were borne out into the light--a ghastly procession, though not a man murmured; and as soon as they were laid upon the heather, began to chat eagerly together about the success of the underground expedition. As for the wounded prisoners, they were kept under guard in the chamber--where the wall had just been destroyed.